Time is a crazy thing. When you're a kid, time seems to drag on and on. You wait and wait and wait -- for Christmas to come, for the next birthday, for summer vacation. It seems a year lasts for.ev.er.
Then somewhere in your 20s, things change. The world tilts a little off-center and suddenly time starts slipping through your fingers. Instead of wondering how many more days it is until something momentous happens, you start lamenting that there's not enough time for things. Deadlines come at you quickly. Recreational things you like to do take a back seat to work and other responsibilities. There doesn't seem to be enough time for anything.
Later still, time starts to accelerate. Now it seems like Christmas just happened yesterday, yet here it is coming up again already. Birthdays fly by. You just start to enjoy the summer and the snow begins to fall. Time is more and more elusive, a wild thing that you can't hold on to.
And then the government decides to muck things up a bit more for you. As if it wasn't enough that they made you "spring forward" and "fall back" an hour twice a year, they change the date these occurrences happen, further confusing mind, body, and scheduling.
Thus we have today, March 8th, 2009. The day decreed as "spring forward" day for the year when 2:01 a.m. never came and we jumped right on over to 3:01 a.m. instead.
It would seem that a simple one-hour change shouldn't be a big deal. Yet there was a big splash on all the news about how such a change can actually increase your risk of a heart attack. Wow. If you're that stressed out that the clocks moving ahead an hour kill you, well, there's not much I can say about that except that I bet knitters and spinners don't have that big of a reaction to the whole mess. Of course, maybe I should wait to say that until Thursday, since the risk appears to be greatest the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday after the clocks spring ahead.
Anyway, my computer clock adjusted automatically. My thermostat, not so much since it was made before the government adjusted the dates the time changes. Thus I have to manually reset it now and then remember to do it again when it automatically springs forward on the day that we used to make the change. I never did adjust the clock in my bathroom to the "fall back" position. Now I have to remember that it's accurate and no longer an hour ahead!
Then there's this:
I don't know if you can see the time on the monitor very well, but it ways 11:04, which happens to be the correct, DST-adjusted time. The small "radio controlled" clock shows an incorrect time.
Why is this interesting? Well, maybe it's not. Except that the small clock's packaging promised that it gets the time from a WWVB signal broadcast by the U.S. Government's National Institute of Standards & Technology. This supposedly means it will "always" display the most accurate time and that TV and radio stations use this method, too. What they don't tell you is that you have to manually make it "talk" to the signal again to get reset, a process than can take 24 hours to happen. Guess it's just another excuse for being late to any appointments today!
Anyway, enough wasting time on this time thing! I'm really just procrastinating instead of working on some transcription, anyway. Letting time slip through my fingers, so to speak.
Oh, Thursday was the "Beat the Winter Blahs" event at Lantern Moon. They dubbed it the "first annual" event, so if you missed it this year, keep an eye out for next year. Nine different shops set up tables displaying items that show the special character of their venues and 200 knitters showed up to have some hors d'oeuvres, watch video of the TNNA fashion show, and get a chance to shop in the Lantern Moon warehouse at a 20% discount.
I represented our shop and got a chance to talk to lots of knitters, some who had been in before and some who had never ventured to Tigard to check us out.
It seemed that a good time was had by all and it was great to see what all the shops displayed -- especially since there was absolutely no duplication of products between shops. You'd think we had all chatted beforehand about what we would bring, but that's not how it went.
That's what I love about the shops in Portland -- the variety of offerings. There are lots of products we have in common, but we all have unique stuff, too. It's nice to be reminded of that sometimes. And it is important that we, as knitters in the Portland Metropolitan area, remember and recognize how lucky we are to have such variety in our shopping options.
Okay, enough with my procrastination. I've already lost an hour today, I'm at an age when time seems to be speeding up exponentially, and I have a lot of work to get done. TTFN!